Anti-Systematic

Fist Full Of Hate
Falling of his feet Thinking everything is allright A distorted change In front of his eyes We could have talked You could have changed Faithless and without a dream His mind is made up Another second just ticks by And no one would question it A couple of years A life time in denial With that choise of path You blew it all on nothing An empty heart With no compasion A fist filled with hate For the color of the flesh I didn't see And I never wanted to know You'r obsession with Everyone elses belife Aus Songtexte Mania